𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ,
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮
𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ,
𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 , 𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 might be 𝘢𝘳𝘵,
𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵.
-𝘴𝘴
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Unsaid
PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
